Firefly Glen ten thousand lightning bugs

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He rushed away in a flash without thinking straight, instinct had taken over the stirring wheel and now he was left behind uncontrolabble and relentless. Paws stepped into the soft soil, leaving behind his paw marks wharever he went. The pattern he left behind was that of a zig-zagging notion, his instinct was certain that if his path was without a real pattern he was more difficult to chase. This notion was valuable because he was certain something from high and above was chasing him and the only cover he had was that of the thick canopy.

Minutes later, when he thought he wasn't chased anymore by whatever, he heard a faint voice calling out. It was feminine and gentle; though his paranoid mind convinced him it could be the trickster playing a trick. He also wasn't sure what she said the first time, her voice being carried away by the wind into another direction. ”Uh oh!” Mees muttered as he almost clash course collided with a tree; instead he tripped rather unfortunately and thumbled to the ground.

”What do you mean with wait?” Mees said out loud as he registered the sound as it was being said a second time. His golden eyes looked around the area, trying to capture the moving silhouette among the shadows. ”You don't just wait until it's dinnertime, right? Cause that means you're the main course. Or the dessert; if you're cute.”